by A.E. Davis
forks
a.e.davis
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 A.E. Davis
Excerpt from Forks, book two © 2015 by A.E. Davis
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PREFACE
“Let me guess.” I held up my hand when he tried to speak. “You need a place to hide out from the aliens that are descending on us.”
“Funny.” He smirked at me. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Have you heard of a phone?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know your number.”
“And that’s the way it will stay.”
“Such hostility, and here I thought we were becoming friends.”
“Really, and do you often stalk your friends in the grocery store and throw them down the hallway.
“Oh, so you saw me?”
“Yes.”
“How?” he asked.
“Your t-shirt is kind of hard to miss.”
“Oh right.” He shook his head. “It glows in the dark too.”
“Wow…really?” I feigned interest.
“Yeah, it does.” He smoothed his hand over his chest. “It unleashes my super powers when I wear it.”
My eyes boggled.
“You aren’t the only smartass.” His lips twitched.
“I don’t care.” Even as I said it, I smiled back at him. It was kind-of hard not to. He was pretty cute.
“So are you going to give me a ride home?”
“No.”
“You wound me with your cold words.” He pressed his hand to his chest theatrically.
“What are you, Shakespeare?”
“Parting from you will be such sweet sorrow,” he said.
“Oh stop!” I laughed.
“She laughs.” He lifted his brow.
“Yes, she does when something is funny.”
“Come on, can’t you give me a ride?” He lowered his lashes and my stomach swirled.
“How’d you get here?”
“I caught a ride.”
“Where did your ride go?”
“Back to hell, I guess.” He winked at me.
A shiver of unease slid up my back.
His lips curled into a slow smile. “Have you heard of a joke?”
“Yes.”
“Then why aren’t you laughing?”
“Someone needs to say something funny in order for me to do that.”
“That hurts.” He gave me a wounded look.
“I think you’ll survive.”
He grinned. “I like you.”
That took me off guard. “Um…thanks…I guess.” I frowned out my window.
Leaning forward, he placed his finger under my chin and turned my face towards his. “Have I rendered you speechless with my breathy proclamations?” His gaze settled on my lips, his fingers gently stroked my jaw.
Table of Contents
one
two
three
four
five
six
seven
nine
ten
eleven
twelve
thirteen
fourteen
fifteen
sixteen
seventeen
eighteen
nineteen
twenty
twenty one
twenty two
twenty three
twenty four
twenty five
twenty six
twenty seven
twenty eight
twenty nine
thirty
thirty one
thirty two
thirty three
thirty four
thirty five
thirty six
thirty seven
thirty eight
thirty nine
forty
forty one
forty two
forty three
epilogue
PHOTO ALBUM
About
one
The warning bell rang.
Preparing myself for my squeaking walk of shame, I took a breath and grabbed the car handle. I caught a blur of something in my peripheral vision just as my car hood thumped and a body slid over the side. The passenger door swung open and a boy climbed in.
“Quick, give me your jacket.” He shoved his hand across the car.
I gave him my staple “you’re freaking crazy” look, but he kept his hand out.
“Sorry.” His brows rose expectantly. “I need a place to hide out. Give me your jacket. Please.” His eyes flashed.
There was urgency about his manner, so I took off my jacket and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” He flashed pearly whites at me and grabbed my jacket. Slumping down in the seat, he covered his body with my slicker. “Just act nonchalantly,” he instructed before ducking under my coat.
“Excuse me?” I glared down at the mound under my coat.
“Stop talking to me,” he warned. “They will hear you.” He shifted further under my jacket.
I looked out the windshield; I didn’t see anyone. “No one is…” Just then, a large group of kids strode by. Each one stopped and turned, their pale eyes riveted on me. Gooseflesh rose on my arms. I pulled down my visor to block them, like I was checking my face in the mirror. They started laughing, gliding past, and vanished into the fog.
Letting out a pent-up breath, I turned in my seat. “They’re gone.”
“You sure about that?” His voice came out muffled.
“Um, yeah,” I deadpanned. “I’m sure.” I lifted my visor back up.
“Ah…”
One of them was standing directly in front of my car, his unusually light gray eyes staring right at me. He didn’t look happy. His black hair shifted in the wind. A shiver raced down my spine. My newfound car-buddy started to move. I threw my body on top of his, acting like I was grabbing my messenger bag off the floor.
“Don’t move,” I whispered and sat back up. I lifted my bag and gave my audience of one a small smile. He stared me down and then made a grunting noise almost like a laugh. Turning abruptly, his long coat swirled outward like a giant wing and then he too disappeared into the ever-encroaching fog.
My skin prickled.
“I think you’re safe now.”
Slowly, a head emerged from under my coat. He raked a hand through his dark blonde hair. “Thanks,” he said, flashing his bright smile again. A dimple appeared in his left cheek. Reaching around, he dug into his pockets and pulled something out. “Here, you need these.”
I gaped in shock, staring down at the box of cinnamon candy. “My breath doesn’t stink.” I blew on my hand to check.
He laughed. “Sorry, they aren’t for your breath, well they could be…” he trailed off, his green eyes flicking over me in amusement. He tossed the box up on my dash.
“What?” I stared him down, clenching my hands too tightly on the steering wheel.
“You’re a feisty one.” He shook his head, lifting my coat off his body. “Thanks for letting me hide out.” He grabbed the door handle and turned. “I’m not kidding when I say you will need them, and they aren’t for your breath. I was kidding about that
part.” He gave me another look, like… I know something you don’t know.
“What do I need them for, if not my breath?”
“They are fun to eat.” Reaching into this pocket, he pulled out another box. Dumping a few out, he popped them in his mouth. “See.” He grinned.
“So, besides being fun to eat, what is so great about Red Hots?” I asked, glancing up at the box.
“It’s not the candy exactly, but the cinnamon,” he said. “It repels and masks your scent.”
“What are you even talking about?” Here I thought my mom was the only fruitcake in town, but apparently, she had plenty of company.
Giving me a look like I was slow on the uptake, he sighed. “The freaks that were just here, that’s who,” he said as though that explained everything.
“I guess they aren’t friends of yours?”
“Ah, no…not friends,” he scoffed and shook his head like he thought I was an idiot.
He was wearing a black and neon green Superman t-shirt with blue jeans and was sporting a pair of blue Vans. “Where’s your cape?”
“Cute.” He cut me a sidelong look. “Maybe you aren’t that slow.”
“I’m not slow.” I glared at him.
His lip curled up on one side, making his dimple appear again. “I think the jury is still out on that one.”
His vivid green eyes locked on mine and I instantly lost my train of thought. “Ah…”
“Yeah…” He adjusted his body in the small space. “You should steer clear of them.” He looked off into the fog bank.
“Why’s that?” The bell rang out in the distance. Another warning, this one for first period, which meant I only had five minutes to make my way through the fog to get to homeroom.
“I gotta go, but eat the candy and you should be safe enough… for now.” He pulled on the handle. “Oh, and thanks for letting me hide out…”
“Anytime,” I deadpanned.
“I’m Van by the way…”
“Like the sneaker?” I asked being smart, pulling back on my slicker.
“No.” He gave me a strange look. “As in Vampire Hunter,” he added, and then jumped out of the car.
“Oh, I get it,” I called out, leaning forward.
He popped his head back in the car. His face was so close I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes. “I doubt that,” he said, giving me another sweep with his eyes and grabbed the box of candy off the dash and tossed it on my lap. “Eat the candy anyway.” He ducked back out and slammed the door.
“Hey…” I grabbed the candy and opened my door. Struggling, I got out with my bag. Once outside, thick fog closed in on me and I couldn’t see him.
He was gone.
“Weirdo.”
In the distance, I could swear I heard laughter.
two
“What side are you on?”
“Huh?” The light reflected in different colors off her face. She was another “Sparkler.” That was the name I dubbed the overtly pretty girls and boys in school. I had seen five already and only made it halfway down the hall before this one blocked my path.
“Well?” She crossed her arms, tapping the toe of her boot.
“Me?” I poked my chest.
“Yeah you,” she snarled, her gray eyes flashed angrily.
“Ah…me no speaka de Englash,” I spit out, just for something to say. Somehow, I knew none of my answers would be acceptable.
“You just did.” She gave me a death stare.
I wanted to turn around and run back outside to my car.
“Who do we have here?” Another Sparkler said, sidling up to the statuesque girl with long black hair; the bottom dyed a dark purple. This one had red-cropped hair and looked just as sparkly but her eyes were grayer, reminding me of a cloudless day. They were so wearing contacts.
“I bet she’s trying to be a Bella,” scathed the second one, adding a nasty glare for good measure.
What is wrong with these people? “No se,” I said shaking my head. Trying to use my small amount of Spanish I’d taken as a cover.
“What. Is. Your. Name?” asked the first girl, enunciating each word.
A bit of spit hit me in the face. I lifted my hand and wiped it off. Gross. My slicker squeaked as I took a deliberate step away from the girls. “No se,” I mumbled and gave a sheepish half smile, tugging my messenger bag back on my shoulder.
“Forget her,” the one with red hair said, “she doesn’t know anything, obviously.” She made a face and rolled her eyes.
“I want to make sure he doesn’t get a whiff of the newbie,” snarled the first one.
“What difference does that make?”
“Ja-sus, Cressida, you know how he gets.”
“Viola, she doesn’t even speak English.” She leaned forward and sniffed me.
I suddenly wished I could fart on cue.
“Come on, we can’t be late again.” Cressida lifted her hand, making her stacks of bracelets jingle. Snapping her fingers, the blood red color on her nails caught my eye.
“Fine,” exhaled Viola. “I’m going to be watching you.” She lifted two fingers, pointing at her eyes and then pointed them at me.
I scrunched up my face, shrugging. My jacket squeaked like a wet sneaker.
“Viola, let’s go.”
“Yeah okay,” she said, and with one last angry glare, they both turned and glided down the hall.
“More fruitcakes… just what I need.” I headed toward my first class.
